Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
the Germs,
Index,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.